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You know you’re screwed when you have an exam in less than 12 hours, you’re not even halfway through revision and the lecture slides are starting to look like this to you:

This may or may not be a vandalised slide

And instead of doing anything about it, you blog.

Failcakelolsob

I just realised that I’ve been in Australia for over 3 years now. Time sure flies and time for reflection. So, random things I notice #1: words and phrases Aussies (or at least Sydneysiders (or at least young Sydneysiders (or at least those around me))) particularly love to say:

1. I reckon
2. heaps (of?), e.g. thanks heaps, heaps cool
3. mate
4. hey? (used at the end of a statement)

Combining all of the above may or may not sound extremely Australian.

Also, the Middle Eastern people I meet outside Uni are very hostile.
A lot of Caucasians here are also closet and not-so-closet racists.
Australia is also not known for its flies for nothing.

I’m also sweating profusely at the moment but I still can’t help but love this place. What’s up with that?

Stolen from Dee (who gave me an ego boost of the week what with this multiple-all-nighter induced zit on my face); but comment and I will:

1. Tell you why I friended you added you on my blogroll, regularly comment on your blog, etc.
2. Associate you with something; fandom, a song, a colour, a photo, a word, etc.
3. Tell you something I like about you.
4. Tell you a memory I have of you.
5. Ask something I’ve always wanted to know about you.
6. Tell you my favourite user pic of yours.

In return, you must post this in your LJ/DW/blog/whatever.

Also, in 1945, a young girl named Katu Lata Kulu came over to America in a grey boat from Africa. A mysterious man killed her by cutting the word “LATUALATUKA” into her back. Now that you have read this message, she will come to your house on a full moon and steal your soul unless you follow these directions:

1. Retype this message as a comment for 3 other videos.

Because nobody tagged me and nobody asked and nobody cares, here’s what’s in my inventory bag!

1. Tissue – I used to use one pack a day before I was treated for my perennial allergic rhinitis; now I rarely need it, and can breathe through my nose, too. Thank you, Science and Medicine.
2. Scientific Calculator – proof that I still haven’t graduated.
3. Mirror – for when I notice people staring at my face. Do I have stuff on my face? On my hair? On my shirt? Why? Stop staring at me, please!
4. MP3 Player – with classical and game music in it; also serves as my USB stick.
5. Umbrella – you laugh at me for carrying it around now, but guess who gets to pick up that lady in the sudden downpour? (Reality #1: Most ladies are straight.) (Reality #2: Vickie is too shy.) (Reality #3: The umbrella is too small for 2 people.)
6. Keys – I don’t drive, obviously. Keychain is a souvenir from Dad.
7. Wallet – birthday gift (I think) from Mum.
8. Pen – fountain pens > your ballpoints.

Plus tampons on the bleeding days. (Useless information: My period is so regular I know when it’d start almost down to the hour.)

P.S. My mobile phone is a little camera-shy.

P.P.S. This entry was brought to you by yet another episode of procrastination. I’ll probably never graduate.

Torn between finishing typing the blog entry on porn and starting to write one of the eight university essays due on various dates within the next 7 weeks, I compromised by doing neither, but made Vickiepedia look more or less the same on IE5, IE5.5 and Firebird 0.7 as well instead. Yeah, the site should now work on those browser versions.

I can’t quite decide whether I love or hate you, Vickie, you moron.